The Eldest Daughter Walks Down The Flower Path - Chapter 159

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The Eldest Daughter Walks the Path of Flowers Episode 159

Olivier said.

“He said you were injured and in the Forbidden Zone. So he had to go.”

Eve Russel said nothing.

Olivier bit his red lips with his pearl-white teeth and continued speaking.

“He asked me to tell you… that he was sorry he might not be able to keep his promise, and not to wait for him.”

Again, Eve Russel remained silent.

He just sat there like a statue, defensively crossing his legs.

Olivier continued speaking.

“That spell was related to time. I saw it to some extent with my own eyes, so I’m thinking of re-establishing the spell based on that.”

“…”

“Of course, I don’t know how long it will take or if it’s even possible… but I plan to give it my all. So…”

“…it was.”

“…?”

“It wasn’t a promise… It was a vow.”

Covering his mouth with his large hand, Eve Russel spoke in a terribly cracked voice.

“No matter when or where he went, he vowed that he would always return to my side in the end.”

Olivier, who had been quietly watching him, realized that his lips beneath his large hand were trembling.

Olivier sighed and sank deep into the sofa, stretching his legs carelessly.

He spoke in a voice filled with endless sadness.

“We both loved her, owed our lives to her, and in the end, helplessly lost her.”

She who had once been Radis Tillord became Radis, and now seemed to have become nothing at all.

She moved wherever the wind blew.

She flowed in the direction of the current, and followed the geese flying in V-formation.

She asked no one their name, nor gave her own to anyone.

She formed no connections with anyone and stayed nowhere.

In absolute solitude, she realized that she was not lonely.

Beautiful memories like pearls in shells existed within her.

Though she could neither see nor touch them, they remained more vividly with her than anything else.

That was the only difference between Radis Tillord and her.

With just that one thing, she was not tormented.

She was not sad.

There was nothing to regret.

But longing was something she could do nothing about.

The longing she had been trying to ignore came with the cool wind.

When the cold wind brushed over her chilled skin, she couldn’t help but recall the warm body temperature that had once enveloped her.

When that happened, she was helpless.

Without any way to help herself, she was buried in longing.

She missed everything about him.

The fine, curly hair that had wound between her fingers, and beneath it, the golden eyes that sparkled with smiling eyes.

The eyelashes that curved like a bow as they blinked, the red lips that smiled in various shapes, the prettiest ears in the world, and the plump earlobes that were as soft as flower petals.

Even the burning warmth and the sweet body scent mixed with it, and the touch of his firm, dry skin.

She continued her journey, avoiding the cold wind.

But longing followed like an inseparable shadow behind her memories.

She had reached the point where she even missed his ugly sides.

Like his sinisterly smiling face, or how he looked with a book upside down on his messy hair, or how he lazily rolled himself up in blankets like a hermit crab.

Even the time when he had mumbled marriage proposals in his sleep—words he had clearly practiced many times—keeping her awake at night.

But what she missed most was the way he looked at her.

When the way he looked at her came back to life, she had no choice but to stop completely, no matter when, where, or how urgent the situation.

When he looked at her, his golden eyes emitted a warm light like the sun.

No one else in the world could look at her with such eyes.

It had been true until now, and it would be true in the future.

When she thought she would never see him again, her eyes stung as if smoke had gotten into them.

Her throat ached as if she had drunk lye water.

After swallowing tears and erasing sadness, what remained in the end was only regret.

“…I shouldn’t have told him to wait.”

At the end of her longing, she reached the southern tip of the continent.

There, she saw the sea for the first time in her life.

A single line divided the blue world into two.

She could feel that everything began and disappeared there.

All life was born in those dark blue waves, and at the end of their journey through the world, they would be embraced by those currents, shattered, and fade white to become sand.

Watching the waves carved on the surface like tree rings, she realized that immortality existed within infinite change.

She who had been lost in that vastness for a while noticed that she was in light.

“Ah…?”

Before she knew it, small spirits had surrounded her.

But the number of spirits was unusual.

The faint light emanating from the spirits’ wings was so bright that she couldn’t see her surroundings.

“Why are you doing this?”

Someone tugged at her sleeve as she waved her hands to drive away the spirits.

“Holy Lady.”

She looked down.

What had called her were small children with darkly tanned faces.

From their appearance, they seemed to be children from a nearby village.

Radis asked.

“Holy Lady? Are you calling me?”

“Holy Lady.”

The children smiled and led her.

“Holy Lady, please come this way.”

Every dawn, Eve Russel headed to his study before the darkness had even lifted.

And with a prayerful heart, he opened the door to the secret stone chamber.

The brief moment before the stone chamber door opened was the only time in his day when something called hope existed.

But the stone chamber always greeted him with cruel silence.

With unprecedented reverence, he looked up at Kairos, the golden shield with the black lion, and said.

“I will wait forever.”

He spoke in a clear voice, hoping that Berard Russel would hear those words.

“Lord Berard waited for five hundred years, didn’t he? I can wait that long too.”

After standing there for a while, he added.

“But since I can’t live that long, please show some mercy…”

After greeting Kairos like that, he buried himself in magic books he had never even pretended to look at before.

Everyone was doing their utmost to find Radis.

Robert was practically living in the Monster Forest, saying he would wait for Chronos to awaken, and Olivier was doing his best with the mages of the Mage Tower to restore the spell Radis had used, even amid the political chaos.

He couldn’t just sit still either.

He had to do something.

Eve thoroughly examined everything Berard Russel had left behind.

He looked over and over again at his research records, manuscripts, the spells and magical tools he had created, until they appeared in his dreams.

But what he reconfirmed was only the fact that Berard Russel was a genius he could never follow, and how powerless he was as someone who wasn’t even a mage and couldn’t use mana.

After being holed up in the stone chamber all day, he would head to the ‘Chamber of Ritual’ at Lord Russel’s Estate when the sun set.

Eve Russel had been visiting that place, which was originally only opened for special ceremonies, every night for the past few months.

With a reverent heart, he kissed the branch of the sacred tree and then threw it into the brazier containing the sacred flame.

Then, as worshippers usually did, he knelt before the brazier and offered prayers to the gods.

‘If only one word from my life could reach God, please listen to my words now.’

He repented and repented again, just like other earnest worshippers.

Kneeling, he begged forgiveness for his own foolishness.

He had been arrogant.

He had believed he could accomplish anything with his own hands.

He had thought this world’s noble balance was achieved naturally without any sacrifice.

He had taken peace for granted.

He prayed and prayed again.

He promised never to be arrogant again.

He swore to be grateful for everything that passed by him.

All he wished for was to share the burden of her who must be enduring alone the price of peace and life he owed.

He desperately appealed to the sacred flame that dropped golden sparks like tears.

“Please, please return her to me.”

Some days he relied on God’s conscience.

“Don’t you even pity Radis?”

Other days he grew angry.

“Rather take my life and return Radis to me!”

He even tried to thrust his head into the brazier, but the sacred flame slid over the brazier, avoiding him as if it didn’t want to touch him.

Eve Russel, who had wrestled in front of the brazier trying to catch the sacred flame, finally shed tears like chicken droppings.

“This is my lifelong wish. I’ll never ask for anything like this again.”

Exhausted, he staggered back to his room.

His space had long since been dyed black like night again.

One difference was that if it used to give him stability, now it gave him deep longing and piercing sadness.

But even that longing and sadness was better than the emptiness of her absence.

Though the temperature was gradually dropping, he couldn’t lock the windows, close the shutters, or draw the curtains.

On nights when the wind shook the windows, he couldn’t sleep.

Because that sound seemed like her secretly opening the window to come find him.

Sometimes, the waiting turned into terrible dreams.

On days when dreams showed her lonely footsteps wandering the world lost, or her enduring pain alone with no one to care for her, he felt like he might go insane.

After clutching his head and screaming, Eve asked through sobs.

“Radis, you are coming back, right?”

Hot tears wet his cheeks.

He realized that a person could die simply from losing someone.

He tried to imagine her returning to him.

Any appearance would be fine.

Even covered in the black blood of demons would seem good.

After spending such sleepless nights, the pale dawn would invariably come.

Now the alternation of night and day was proof to him that this terrible time was passing, however heavily and slowly.

The fact that time was passing like this was his only hope.

Radis had said she would return to him, so he should wait.

So he would wait.

Simply hoping that the end of that waiting would be today, he headed to the stone chamber once again with hope.

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